The anthem of this season is about a girl who kinda, sorta wants you to call her

By Mike Bookey

Not every summer has a song, but when a Song of the Summer arrives, you will know. There is no democratic process behind its selection; there is no pop music electoral college. It just happens. And this summer it happened to a cut called “Call Me Maybe” by someone named Carly Rae Jepsen.

Reflecting on life, death and Lepidoptera as summer fades.

By Steve Wing

By August, they were swirling around the local Ponderosas like light, highly localized flurries of snow. There didn’t seem to be a pattern; they traced trails as seemingly random as that of a drunk around a lamppost. A mating dance? I wondered. If it was, I had yet to see consummations (though these might not have been public events).